And here I am, once again, drunk in emotion of depression.
What am I really?
Am I really a King without a throne?
Or am I just a peasant who dreams of becoming a King.
I want it. I want the throne.
In the same time, I want a Queen.
To be King, she has to be by my side.
But right now, no one will be my Queen.
And so, here I am again.
drown...in the depths of sorrow.
But I will rise.
Just like the Lotus.
Never tainted.
Never spoiled.
But emerged as one beautiful flower that grows from the filth.
-I am really sad and depressed, but thank to a friend and a can of beer. I've regain my strength. I will revert to my old self-
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